A DRIVER'S LIFE...
I first began driving many years ago, strictly
by accident. I was having dinner at a neighbour's when the
telephone rang. "B" told me that she had to go to work suddenly.
She asked if I could drive her and she would pay me a taxi
fee. I agreed and went to get my car while she changed. When
she got in the car, she told me that she was a part time escort.
I thought it was pretty exciting. I had never met an escort
before. She gave me an address and away we went. At that point,
I was given a few simple, common sense rules. Never use her
real name and never use my real name (privacy is very important).
Never mix business and pleasure. Keep your business life separate
from your private life. No drugs, no drinking, no fast or
dangerous driving (no cops). Even smoking was out. No bad
smells. All I had to do was drive to an address, drop her
off at the front door and be waiting when she came down one
hour later. If she was more than ten minutes late, I would
buzz and call "taxi". That only happened once. "B" was never
late. She knew her clients very well. She had screened them
all thoroughly. Her clients treated her like a lady. Some
even better. Many of them treated her like a favourite niece.
Some clients invited her for dinner and nothing else. She
also had some strange clients. One client only wanted her
to sit naked and share a bottle of wine. One wanted her to
perform fake oral sex on a banana while he did himself. Some
clients invited her to their office in the evenings for an
hour of dicktation. One managed an ice rink and liked to use
the rink after everyone went home. One owned a restaurant
and she used to go at closing time. When she came out, she
had been paid and tipped, usually a tray full of gourmet food
(my favourite client). "B" was very easy going, but had her
own rules. Strange was okay, but kinky was not. No pain, no
s&m;, no bondage. The girl/girl scene had to be a girl of her
choosing, someone she knew and trusted, like her sister, or
a close friend. But her clients knew this and understood.
If she ever got in trouble, I was downstairs waiting, but
she never had trouble. Lay out the rules before you leave
home, select your clients carefully, business first, pleasure
later, have a backup plan ready. Even then she carried a spray
can with her. "B" always told her clients that she was a regular
person, with a regular family, a regular home, a dog, and
regular friends. She was no different than they were. Her
job was just a job. She would tell them, 'You're a painter
and you sell your painting service. I'm an escort and I sell
escort service.' It always seemed to work. We were out having
dinner one night on the way to drop her at a client. As we
were sitting in the restaurant, a couple walked by and "B"
started to laugh. It seems the gentleman was the client she
was going to visit. She knew him, but didn't recognize the
lady. When I picked her up later, she told me that she had
met the lady, the client's wife and she was very nice. Sometimes
I didn't get the whole story. Her clients were normal businessmen
who liked to enjoy life without any hitches or ties. I was
the taxi driver and friend. I understood her work and it didn't
interfere with our friendship. We were always good neighbours
and friends. She finally retired and my driving days were
temporarily over...for a few months...
Arnie [email protected]
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